| His eye Sweeps all the sky, As hard he grips the rock. Storm's ice-clad brood that round him flock But blow the fires of his undaunted breast, And forth he fares in ecstasy of quest. Still up he goes, to proudly fling His own against the thunder's wing. O Eagle of the mighty heart, Give me of what thou art: Breed in my soul thy lofty air, That it may nobly dare, And with unconquerable will Face every darkest ill. |
It's less than 2 weeks till I go back to England and I can't really express how I feel at the moment. Senegal has been incredible, and I'm torn between being excited to see everyone back in the UK, and being heart-broken at leaving the home I've made in Senegal. The photos of the eagles in Kaolack represent me moving on again in my life and I chose the music video below as I am truly happy right now and the world is my oyster: who knows where my next adventure lies. Make sure to read the poem at the end as well, this year has given me so much strength to face everything and anything and I am definitely a stronger person for taking this year away!